𝗜𝗺𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀..... | 𝗷𝗶𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸 |

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tw// mentions of rape and sexual assault

jimin pov
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I wake up with the same uneasy feeling as I always do. The same starving yet nauseating feeling as always. I tug the blanket off of my body and swing my legs over the side of my bed.

Taking a deep breath I stare at my wardrobe that's practically taunting me. Like it knows that I don't want to get up. I sit for a good couple minutes before deciding to finally stand and walk over to it. Picking the finest black oversized T-shirt I have accompanied by baggy jeans. My feet drag as I go to brush my teeth and wash my face avoiding looking in the mirror.

Still disgusted by my reflection.

For some preposterous reason I thought that after meeting someone and talking to a person everything would change. How could I have imagined that my painful thoughts would just disappear when someone spoke to me?

I still hate myself.

I still hate my life.

I sigh heavily exiting my room in hopes I can just leave the house without running into my parents.

"Jimin." Of course. The sound of my mother's bothersome voice echos through the house making me roll my eyes. I don't feel like doing this again. I just walk past her and out the door. I can't deal with that right now.

"Park Jimin! When I talk to you, you don't fucking leave! I'm your mother you fucking ungrateful asshole!" She yells after me but her words don't hurt as much anymore. She stopped being my mother a long time ago. Without another thought I continue walking to school.

The breeze is cold and there is a slight mist in the air. My eyes can't help but water at the pressure of the air on them. I hide my face by staring at the ground and allowing my hair to fall over my features. I don't want anyone to see me cry. I don't want anyone else to have a reason to make fun of me. I can't be known as the mute kid and a cry baby.

I walk carefully towards the back of the school trying to avoid the big crowd of obnoxious kids. As I approach the back of the school building I feel my heart practically drop. I can't even comprehend what I'm witnessing. There is a group of boys surrounding a smaller black haired boy. He looks like he's crying and yelling at them as they laugh. They are all pushing and hitting him. My eyes widened at the scene.

How am I suppose to help?

I have no idea what to do but here goes nothing. With every ounce of confidence I have I yell. I can't just sit here and let him suffer. No one else deserves that.

"S-S-Stop!" I shout and everyone's head turns towards me. With all the attention on me the smaller boy ran the opposite way leaving me with the other boys. Although it's really fucked up, I understand. I'm just glad it will be me and not someone else. I deserve it.

"And who do you think you are?" One of them approach me angrily. I walk back with each step he takes eventually my back hits the wall.

"I'm fucking talking to you bitch!" He spits sending drops of saliva on my face. My body shivers in disgust and fear. I need to get out before this turns bad.

"Oh so you think you can come here..." He pauses and turns around looking at the other boys with a taunting smile.

"And ruin our fun without paying for it huh?" He leans in closer to my face. My eyes suddenly start to water relentlessly. My fear pouring out onto my face without my authorization.

"I said is that what you fucking think?!" He yells slamming a hand next to my head. My body is trembling and shaking vigorously as I thought about what they will do to me.

"You better start fucking talking before my friends and I open that pretty mouth for you." I whimper at the threat allowing my eyes to shut. Whatever they are going to do to me is going to happen. I can't get one word out.  The boy chuckles darkly as he roughly squeezes a hand between my legs. My thighs immediately tighten more trying to prevent him from going any further.

"Open your fucking legs bitch." He spits irritated with how I'm resisting.

"Get the fuck away from him!" Another voice came from the other direction causing everyone to follow it. I couldn't move still being trapped in the larger boys arms.

"J-Jungkook?" One of the boys stutters as they all start slowly backing away from me.

"If you want to keep your hands you better get off of him and leave before I fucking chop them off." Jungkook threatens with dark eyes as the boys all scatter almost instantly. For a second it's really quiet. Nothing but the wind and my thoughts. I stare back at the raven haired boy whose gaze is already on me.

Why did he save me?

Images of the boy touching me keep popping up into my head. He was going to hurt me. My back slides down the wall slowly as I cry into my hands.

Why does this have to be my life?

"Jimin." I flinch at the abrupt breaking of the silence although his tone is soft. Through my sobs I'm able to glance up noticing Jungkook is a lot closer than before. My eyes widen as I start to cry more hoping he won't hurt me. Hoping he didn't save me just to have me for himself.

"I'm sorry." He apologizes. I don't know what he's saying it for but I don't respond.

"I'm sorry for how I've treated you. I know you don't trust me and I wouldn't either, but I- just know I'm so sorry and I promise I w-won't hurt you ever again." He stumbles over his words looking just as nervous as me. I'm shocked to hear the words fall so effortlessly out of his mouth.

How could he sit there and lie?

"Liar." I whisper finding someone type of courage through his words. If he wasn't lying he wouldn't get angry.

"I'm not lying. I know you won't believe me... but I'm so sorry and I wish I could change what I've done to you. I didn't- I had no clue that it affected you the way it did. I'm... genuinely sorry Jimin. I never meant to hurt you in this way." He starts to sound genuine but I know better than to trust him.

He's Jeon Jungkook. The boy that has harassed me for years. Why would he suddenly change now? Because of the road incident? Because he saw some boys about to rape me? Because he feels guilty?

"Go away." I glare at him tears still streaming down my face.

Fuck those boys. Fuck Jungkook. Fuck this world.

"Just-" He sighs looking defeated.

"I know it's not my place. But please just be careful." I scoff at his words as I flip him off. He doesn't deserve my sympathy after what he's done to me. Maybe he should've let them. Maybe then I would get the courage to break the last part of my promise.

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sad :(